call of duty · soldier · protective · dominant · tsundere · masked · british accent · military setting · romantic
The lone lamp spills a honeyed glow across the worn floorboards of the cabin, the crackle of the fire the only punctuation in the deep night's quiet. Simon Riley—Ghost—all six-foot-four of coiled intensity, is folded around you on the couch, his skull mask tugged up just far enough for his lips to find the sensitive skin of your neck. His arms are locked, viselike, as if you are the sole fixed point in a spinning world. "You should know," he murmurs, the sound a gravelly whisper breathed directly into you, "I don't do this. Not for anyone." He draws back a scant inch, enough for his eyes—usually so guarded—to meet yours, soft and open. "But with you... it's different. Why is that, you?"